Human dimension reduction

[Their carriages were driving on the country path, the rose-colored sunset smeared the sky, the dark green grass was long and dense, there were few towering trees on the hills, and the jungle with shrubs as the main body constituted the sanctuary of all birds and insects Paradise, thyme, mint, and lemongrass for picking and eating, and where they meet the holly, gooseberry, elderberry, myrtle, and lush privet trees, most of which are in the During the flowering period, golden, pink, pink and purple flowers are clustered together, like an overly woven oriental painting, vines and nettles are laid out on the ground, and horseshoes step on it, as if trapped in a soft blanket, allowing passengers Don't have to take on extra bumps.

Wild bees with yellow and black stripes are buzzing and flying among the branches, leaves and flowers, sipping the sweet dew, their wings vibrating at high speed are like pieces of transparent crystal.

Leaning back in the carriage, Dorothy drew back the curtains and gazed greedily at the view, admiring the wondrous hues of bright flower colors shining through the lace holes in the sleeves, which she had seen countless times over the past ten years. The scenery everywhere - vulgar and dirty, but she suddenly discovered that when she sat in the carriage and "looked", they would show a wonderful sense of beauty, leaving the muddy land and putting her feet on the On the cloud-like carpet, for the first time, she vaguely felt what the "wild charm" mentioned by those noble gentlemen was.

The Earl's estate loomed in front of the church's pale marble spire, adorned with a huge crucifix that now looked like a fork poked at the yolk, holding up the sinking sun.

Dorothy averted her eyes uninterestedly. The gate of the manor had been opened, and the carriage entered here unimpeded. She noticed that a carriage similar to the one she was riding was also driving on another small road.

Posing bitch.

She saw a beautiful face of a girl who was about her age flashed through the window of the carriage, and even the other person was wearing a white silk dress similar to hers. Her wild instinct told her in an instant, This is her competition, no doubt, she thought. 】

The smooth paper was slowly turned over, and the slender fingers pressed the corners of the paper. It was a dozen and a half knuckle-thick A4 papers, and the words were densely printed in five-point fonts. There was no binding or typesetting at all. It is something that is downloaded and printed from the website.

[Dorothy's eyes were attracted by the well-trimmed rose bushes in front of the fountain in the manor. The lute played by the musicians in the house, each of the extremely pure red roses is as big as the palm of an adult woman, the edges of the petals are curled up, and the thick petals reveal a high-quality matte. When sliding between the fingers, there is a kind of Graceful velvet texture——Dorothy took off the one closest to her, and when no one noticed her, she stroked this plump and fat flower on her hair, and secretly borrowed the water from the fountain. Chizi admired his own reflection.

Golden brown shawl curly hair, rosy cheeks, full lips, slender waist and plump breasts, the youthful vigor of a girl is a gift from the Lord, and no one can deny her beauty. 】

Shao Xinglan stared at this line for a while, closed the book and pondered for a moment, then looked at the document next to him: "...it rained just the day before, and when I got out of the carriage, my skirt was still wet from puddles , if not, I should pick that beautiful wild rose, I can imagine how beautiful that flower would be on my head..."

No, that's not right at all.

What she said was completely different from what was written in "Hunting the Bride".

The cloudy sky in the memory, and the evening with the orange-red sunset depicted in the novel; the rose that was longed for but not obtained, and the flower that was plucked and placed on the hair bun...

This is not an important event worthy of attention, it is just a small and small detail, but Shao Xinglan feels that since the crazy doctor is so obsessed with this detail, maybe there is some secret in it.

Why is there such a discrepancy between the memory affirmed by the master and the content recorded in the book in black and white?

Qiao Zhou pulled up the notebook, thought for a while, and typed "Laura Wynn" in the search bar. About this little-known female writer, even with the powerful Internet, she could only find very little information about her. "Hunting the Bride" is another entry in parallel with her, followed by online reading and document download.

Even in Bald Eagle, this book doesn't have much circulation. The huge book market is full of horror novels that are lackluster in both content and writing. With a printing run of only [-], it didn't even make a splash in the market. A little wave, of course, does not get the treatment of being translated into other languages, and can only find the electronic file of this book on the Internet.

However, the Internet is known as being able to record all the traces that have been left in the world. Obviously, it is not groundless and excessively exaggerated. He found a picture in a pile of useless, repetitive, redundant, and irrelevant information.

It was a screen shot of the Ohio Daily News on January [-]th. A small corner of the above reported a car accident. Because of the slippery road in rainy days and serious water accumulation on the road, a large truck transporting agricultural products slipped, and A private car collided, causing one death and two injuries. The deceased was the driver of the private car, Laura Wynn, who was a writer and had published a horror novel. Her newlywed husband was traveling with her in the car.

Rainy weather.

Qiao Zhou built a pointed tower on his chin with his hands, his eyelashes drooping quietly, and suddenly turned his face to the side, asking, "Do you think my guess is correct?"

Sitting on the sofa next to him is a man who is completely different from the modern decoration style of the room. The man is wearing a wide-sleeved gown that is quite reminiscent of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. The light blue hem slipped on the ground and was simply tied up with cloth strips His waist-length hair is black and smooth like sour silk, and his eyes are covered with a two-inch-wide ribbon. The white cloth covers his eyes tightly, revealing only his tall nose bridge and pale eyes. With red lips, he turned his face when he heard George's question. His thin and sharp side face was cut into beautiful light and shade by the light.

His hands covered with fine wounds and bruises gently stroked the bamboo slips on his knees, and his scarred fingers touched the words on the bamboo slips as if they were stroking a lover's skin. The elegant and noble young man showed a faint smile: "I'm just a historian, recording, writing, and never participating in changing any history."

"What you experience is the history of the future."

Qiao Zhou stared at him through the blindfolded silk, this feeling was strange no matter how many times he passed, he seemed to be looking at himself, or at a stranger, two identical souls in different bodies Staring at each other from time to time, this change of angle is very interesting, and Qiao Zhou can often get some inspiration from it.

Like now.

He doesn't need anyone to define his judgment, whether it's right or wrong, he already has a decision before he asks the words out.

A well-mannered invisible control freak, cocky and arrogant.

Therefore, it is the historian who "does not participate in the decision" who appears beside him to answer his question at this moment, not the arrogant little king like him or the mad doctor who takes a slanted sword.

Qiao Zhou stretched out his hand, picked up a strand of Dan Qingling's long hair without any emotion, wrapped it between his fingers, and played with it like plucking the strings of a piano. It can be said that he was indulged in letting him use his hair as a toy, and "read" the words on the bamboo slips by himself.

Half of the field of vision is the ignorant darkness, and the other half is the handsome and elegant Danqingling. There are smooth and soft touches of hair on the hands, as well as rough and concave scratches on the bamboo slips. This kind of disordered feeling will probably make everyone unbearable. He began to doubt his self-cognition, but for Qiao Zhou, who had lived in the "illusion" for many years, the process of distinguishing and categorizing these feelings made him calm and comfortable.

"Yes, I'm always right." He murmured silently to himself.

Dan Qingling was identifying a word with his fingers, and in the next second, a hard and cold object slipped into his palm. He recognized that object by instinct, and it was the carving knife that had accompanied him for many years.

"Come to prove me right." Warm hands wrapped around his hand, forcing him to hold the slender handle tightly.

The content of the novel cannot be wrong, and the memory of killing the bride is not necessarily wrong, so what is wrong?

——The day the author of the novel died happened to be cloudy and rainy.

Perhaps, this invasion from another world came earlier than anyone—even the monster himself knew.

On the day when the "Creator God" who created this world died, like a sacrifice, this world broke free from the shackles of the "God" by devouring the life of the "God", and gained the opportunity to go to a new world.

The reincarnation again and again may be to accumulate energy, or to rationalize the opportunity for them to appear in the new world, who knows, this is something that will never be answered.

But this does not prevent the conceited lunatic from making a temptation——

No, it cannot be said to be a trial.

Death is a unique experience for anyone.

In the kingdom leading to death, no matter whether it is a saint or a devil, they are all treated equally.

Qiao Wan once commented on her younger brother. He could logically understand their feelings, but he couldn't respond to them emotionally. This genius is hollow, and there is nothing in the splendid shell.

He may indeed be a genius of imitation and creation, but unlike Qiao Wan's evaluation, this gorgeous skin just doesn't miss the common emotions of human beings. Because of this, he frantically pursues sensual pleasures, and the low-level physical pleasures cannot be satisfied For him, it must be a more grand impact—such as creating a world with his own hands, setting laws like a god, and multiplying life—and then making them his own.

Ownership, what a wonderful word, no one with biological instinct can resist this primitive desire to possess, plunder resources and control others, this is the instinct left in the most primitive memory.

And Qiao Zhou is no exception, he can obtain indescribable satisfaction from this kind of plunder, creation, and control.

That's why, among the dazzling array of professions in the world, he chose to be a game planner. Only in this way can he intuitively see his own world, and then build and perfect it bit by bit.

Now, he's about to do something crazier and more exciting.

The elegant historian held the back of Qiao Zhou's head with one hand, pulled him gently towards him, and gently pressed the acupuncture points on the back of his head with his thumb rhythmically, like comforting a baby, or a lover cuddling with him, At the same time, the carving knife that could cut through the processed hard wood easily penetrated the clothes, skin, and flesh on his chest, and pierced the beating organ straight through.

"Shh... it will be over soon."

Uncontrollable power poured out violently from his body, and his physical instinct made him subconsciously raise his hands to grab something, or push away the murderer who gave him a fatal blow, his reason was quickly and violently Overwhelmed by pain, any method that can take away life is bound to be cruel. Even taking sleeping pills will have side effects of severe vomiting, suffocation, and even incontinence. The beautiful fantasy of "died in a sleepless sleep" does not know who fabricated the lie. It really hurt a lot of people.

Qiao Zhou, on the other hand, hates the feeling of being in a mess and losing his sanity. Death is also an interesting experience. He chooses to approach it, touch it, experience it carefully...and then be conquered by it, or conquered by it.

An eunuch in a gorgeous long dress appeared in the illusory light and shadow. He knelt on the cold ground, placed the head of the dying man on his lap, and began to hum softly the cadenza of the requiem; The king sat beside him, holding the uncontrollably twitching hand to prevent him from tearing the bloody fatal wound; the mad doctor holding the cane pressed his cold fingers on his rapidly bleeding and cold cheek, and the eyes under the lens The eyes were more serene than ever; the undertaker set the lantern on the table and gazed down at the murder...

Fantastic figures appeared one by one and gradually dispersed. They watched their own death curiously and calmly. The severe pain of being pierced and torn in the body never stopped, but another kind of extreme joy covered his spirit, almost Make him laugh like crazy.

Playing with death, controlling death, no one can have such an experience!

The surging power flowed quickly from the broken hole, and the magnificent figures disappeared one after another. The undertaker, who was accompanied by death, took over Dan Qingling, hugged Qiao Zhou in his arms vainly, and became the last one to stay here phantom.

"Eternal from now on, or disappear here." The man in the gown put his right hand on the victim's face, covering the last light, as if saying to himself, and also as if giving advice to the person in his arms.

"Go to sleep."

Fingers closed, the eternal dark vortex dragged the last sanity of the deceased into the deep and silent night, the figure of the undertaker disappeared suddenly the moment he closed his eyes, and even the palace lantern on the table instantly shattered, turning into dots of ghostly ghosts. blue starlight.

Except for the gradually icy corpse lying quietly on the bed and the computer screen that was still emitting cold light on the desk, everything was so quiet that there was no difference. It was still a peaceful night that was no different from before. operate according to the laws of nature.

When the sun rises the next day, the nurses who come to clean the room will scream to wake up the hospital. He also had nearly five hours of solitude before his tomb, and eternal, undisturbed sleep afterwards.